Wire Hangers

Untapped wringers in the faucet sound to denote the chimes of endgame

crackling voices, bomb shrieks

in plaintive glances

eye to

class

to garment

to unit

to starvation of ideals

to calm.

Back at pretension

again;

the dried out bells

drained, jangling, 

quiet, and unease.

Indisputable in its 

simplicity.

Author's Note

Criticism is always welcome, any and all.